Jocelyn's Other Desk

The writings of Jocelyn Smith, aspiring author, soon-to-be lawyer, once and future politician, all-around opinionated twentysomething.

My Photo
Name:
Location: Orlando, Florida, United States

I'm a lawyer in Florida, working on three novels, a screenplay, and half a dozen pieces of fanfiction at any given moment.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

More Renaissance Faire...


My friend Julie Anne and I travelled to the Maryland Renaissance Faire today (yes, "again," that Faire is big enough for fans to traverse it every weekend for the entire two months of its run and always fine new things to do.)

Today, I was on a quest--to find Faire garb of my very own so I could stop bumming bodices, blouses, and skirts from my girlfriends. As you see from the picture, I was most successful.

On the right, Julie Anne peeks over my shoulder as we take a break in the White Hart Tavern (that's her beer. I swear it is. What?!) for some rest and shade and the delightful sounds of our favorite Renaissance Faire band, the Pyrates Royale (that's them in the background).

Today I dined upon beef stew in a bread bowl (luscious, even in the heat), macaroni and cheese on a stick (deep-fried. Apply directly to your arteries--but die happy. That stuff was GOOD!) and a cone of mini-cookies and ice cold milk. Also filched an obscene number of thick chipped fried potatoes from Julie Anne (but I paid her back with two slabs of my fried mac'n'cheese.)

The Pyrates Royale are always a terrific show, but today, my favorite act was Wolgemoot (the pic on the left), a group of pipers, string-players (no idea what you call that instrument second from the left), and drummers whose performance is as funny as their music is heart-racing. Wish I could describe it. You can't help but clap or get up and dance.

I said it last week and I'll say it again this week--and probably next Sunday and the weekend after that...and the next...and the next...

If you happen to be within driving distance of Annapolis, Maryland between now and the end of October, pay the Renaissance Faire a visit. You will find yourself in another world where men kiss your hand, merchants say "g'day," and you find yourself dropping a curtsey as Henry VIII and Jane Seymour pass by. (Well, okay, there are stupid teenagers who prance around with bare midriffs and fairy wings, but that can't be avoided.)

Everything is beautiful; it's an exercise in decadence. You'll love every minute of it.

3 Comments:

Blogger Claire said...

I'll admit to a certain amount of jealousy over the outfit, my tight bodice days are over. You really do look dynamite. And it looks like you had a great time. I hope to get my kids to a renaissance faire one of these days. They'd get such a kick out of it.

3:13 PM  
Blogger Jocelyn Smith said...

Thank you! Of course, there are a variety of other costume-types for women if you don't like tight bodices.

I loved Faire as a kid, although I should warn you that many Faire shows tend to be rather bawdy. (However most of the raunchy humor would probably go over kids' heads.)

9:16 PM  
Blogger Claire said...

I know about the humor. My writing group actually staged one of my bawdy bits for me, suggesting I donate it to the local Faire. Could stick it on my resume. I keep meaning to do that. Got some names and everything. Have a few items that would be suitable. Most of the humor and whatnot is written by the performers themselves, I understand. Spoke to a few who are very involved in our local Faire.

My kids would be too fascinated by the enormous turkey legs to care about the humor. We have answers for anything else they might ask about. Spouse and I are getting good at the parenting thing.

Yeah, I'd have to wear the matronly shift thing.

12:39 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home